Lydia Orcutt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Heya, pal! *manic laughter* Why so serious? So, brothel—yeah, that stock’s a wild ride, ain't it? I’m talkin’ ‘bout this crazy company, right—makes them sex dolls or somethin’. Traded on some sketchy exchange, ticker’s like, what, BRTHL? Hah! Been diggin’ into it, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ post-apocalyptic mess—like somethin’ outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick! Picture this: a stockbroker like me, zoomin’ through the wasteland, tradin’ shares for chrome-plated bot-brothels. “What a day! What a lovely day!” I yell, as the numbers spike!

OLD ORCUTT YARDERY OPENING

Interviews here with 16 street prostitutes, most of whom are crack users, reveal an enormous amount of rape and violence against these women.

I got a small spot near the deserted warehouse by South St. That place? Comin' and goin' in and out, it gave me sooo many bizarre inspo moments. And sometimes, on lonely nights, I wander near the mill on River Bend—murmurs of the past, echoes of lost love, all that jazz! LMAO, seriously, those nights make me go “Why so serious?” like The Joker, ha!

Cindy Marie Langway Orcutt